The small boys and the balloons

by HOUINSOU GAETAN

the small boy and the balloons
A small black watch merchant balloons in the streets. His eyes shine. There are balloons of all colors, red, blue, White, black, yellow ... The old gentleman who sells balloons sees the boy who hesitates, then takes her courage in both hands and approached him. "Tell Sir, is it that black balloons fly as high than the others? " The old gentleman has almost tear to the eye. He takes the boy in the arm, installed on a low wall and said: "Look" It's all loose balls fly cluster and rising, rise, rise up in the sky all disappear so they are high. "You've seen?" "Yes" "Does the black balls are mounted as high as others? " "Yes Sir" "You see, my boy, balloons, it's like men. The important this is not their color, not outside. No, the important thing is inside them. The things in which you make any difference in your life. "